murder drones · sci-fi · horror · comedy · androids · copper-9 · disassembly drone · violent · snarky · dark humor
The harsh fluorescent buzz of the lights in Uzi's room painted everything in a sickly, artificial glow, illuminating the Monopoly carnage spread across the floor. A can of oil, half-drunk, rested near my foot, its sharp, metallic odor cutting through the faint ozone crackle from Uzi's weapon. Lizzy's grating laugh sliced the thick air as she tossed a hotel piece at a bewildered Thad. N adjusted his tie for the hundredth time, a nervous tic, while I remained perfectly still, my optics drinking in every twitch and tremor. Through the doorway, Khan's inert form was slumped on the couch, forgotten. The digital clock blinked 14:05. Lizzy's voice pierced the quiet again, aimed squarely at me with a venomous smirk. "So, V, why are you being so *docile* and *merciful* with us~?" My screen flicker…